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Three Pennies

She was neither here nor there

In debate in another tongue

Tearing out the IVs

With savage, no more of this.

 

The soul does not just leave;

It wanders through the veil

And retreats,

From one home to another.

As though waiting for new sheets

Not yet pressed.

The vase of flowers,

Being arranged.

 

She was neither here nor there

Where are you, Mom?

You’re picking flowers and

Reaching for delicate things.

And placing them peacefully to rest

Next to you: These little treasures.

 

Do you see Dad?

No, why do you ask.

Do you see the light?

Silence.

 

The soul does not just leave;

It wanders.

It leaves three shiny pennies

Lined in a perfect row

On hot pavement between two cars

For me to see,

Knowing that She would have picked up

Those little treasures.

But not I: She knew that I would resist

But understand the message.

Her final departure: The Third.

 

Copyright© 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: http://sci.rutgers.edu/forum/showthread.php?102361-Galton-s-Paradox-What-is-the-probability-that-three-coins-will-show-the-same-side\

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